...or maybe just old.......
or maybe neither of the two, but at least now I can fit in at my grandma's luncheons.
For the past two days I've drank my coffee black. No sugar, no cream, just plain ol' black. I got to thinking about the horrific amounts of sugar I pour into my coffee everyday and my friend at work dared me to give up the sweet goodness cold turkey. She laughs at me every morning as I stand at the coffee station pouring in my truckload of sugar and cream, and sometimes even a scoop of hot cocoa powder for good measure. I mean, what's the big deal? I only use two scoops of sugar.
But who's counting?
So the challenge has begun. I never thought I'd enjoy drinking this cup o' tar, but I must say it's growing on me...very slowly. It doesn't feel quite as heavy and thick. I really can tell that I feel better in the mornings without adding all of the extras. If this continues, Domino Sugar sales will plummet dramatically, so I may need to send them a heads-up.
Now don't get me wrong, I still love my old version of sugared-up nectar, and will still break my neck to pull through my favorite coffee joints to order whatever the flavor of the month is (with extra whip) but as for my everyday-make-at-my-house coffee, I'm going to try to stay on my no sugar streak.
We'll see how it goes.
Just don't even think of asking me to give up the caffeine. Now that's not even funny.
Actually, it's just plain wrong.
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